Not praying for ten strings

During the demon-summoning ceremony, Aiwass finally recalled his past life's memories.
This should be an online game that his family's company had released and operated for six years. Now, his foster father was the leader of the latest version's antagonist organization.
He would expose his identity six years later, hesitate and then defect from the protagonist's side. Ultimately, because he decided to take a fatal strike meant for the player character, he was killed by his upright older brother in a transitional CG without even a chance to enter the main content.
——But the problem was not too significant. Aiwass also knew many secret advancement routes exclusive to the player character, as well as the Nurturing Secret Sequel regulations of the various Paths. He believed he could reverse his unfortunate fate……
So now there was only one issue left.
"According to the original plot, shouldn't I have been rescued by the protagonist before this lousy ceremony even began?"
Tied to the ceremonial altar as a sacrifice, Aiwass fell into contemplation.
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Keywords: Victorian Fantasy, Amber Flow


When the plot-skips players into the game world

Upon hearing this appellation, Aiwass was momentarily taken aback.


There was no doubt that the little girl who had suddenly appeared before him was the Eternal Pope.


But why would the Eternal Pope know the codename from his own spiritual promotion ceremony…


It was only a moment of distraction. Aiwass quickly regained his composure.


Now that he thought about it, Grey didn't seem to resemble "Pure White" from the promotion ceremony. Pure White appeared indifferent, bearing an unconstrained air reminiscent of Old Meg.


Yet Grey was quite earnest and composed, abnormally tenacious with emotions... If anything, her temperament was more akin to that of the Great Guardian.


But whether it's "Topaz" Siegfried, "Jacaranda" Matilda, or "Living Silver" Cyril… they were unmistakably the same individuals as the ones Aiwass knew.


There was only one other person, aside from the Pure White Saintess, who could command them.


—And that was the Eternal Pope herself!


Chapter 248 Perfect Human·Bram